Helpless?
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
10:26 PM
As I sit here in a time rift. Waiting for relief, waiting for time to catch up. It seems as such a waste of time. Yet I feel as a statue, frozen in time. What is it that I am waiting for. My questions rear up as insurmountable obstacles. The price paid for such wisdom of the ages. What do I do, how do I respond with such a responsibility. What is a mother? One who provides and teaches. One who loves with no reason, one who feels inexplicably, one who can not give in or give up. The Tenacious one expected to sit still and watch, alone and in a dark place, waiting for Jesus to lift him or her out of the darkness and into the light. What is to be learned in this lonely, cold dark place. Is this all the human experience. I hope to be in the new age soon. It is as if there is a calm before the storm. Am I the storm? Is it me remaining quiescent before the great power is released through me and the onset of a new age begins. What is yet to begin, what is changing? Why would I be feeling so strange, so hindered without concern. This is a strange peace, a strange sort of knowing that it is ok to wait this time. Hard work is asunder, waiting to be unified. We are in many pieces, waiting for construction and usefulness. It is as if the other pieces are dilatory, what will advance the readiness and revert the laziness. How long will I have to wait. It feels as if my life essence is draining out. Yet while in this dark place there is still a song in my heart and a hope in my soul. Waiting here in this rift is painful, yet quintessential. I don’ t know why. Enduring as I go, alone on this tiny little planet, at least on the flesh end. I am not alone in the spirit. Although, I only understand what I am allowed to understand. A very lonely place to endure. When the whole world looks at you a fool; they just know not the truth yet. They are tossed about, being manipulated by the ever- darkness, all potential tools to try to thwart the Divine plan. One target being me. Why, I ask? Well I need not to know this, just an inkling deep within, as if I have known but am not to know now. As if the dreams have told me deeper within and it is striving to make it out. The dreaming has begun again, as it was when I was pregnant with Courtney. Such intensity, with no real direction. What am I to do with this information. I am eager to start the race. I am tempted to jump the gun. Jump the gun for what? The destination is unknown. Like a sleeper cell, I am waiting to be activated. The networks are in place the power has not yet been turned on. What if it is up to the others who are near the switch to turn on the power. What if no matter how hard I try to convey the truth, they will not turn on the switch. With out the switch turned on there will be no light of revelation. So here we sit, bound in darkness, awaiting the day the switch is to be turned on and the network would respond with power and might. No one can see the switch, nor do they believe me when I tell them there is a switch. They say it is irrelevant, impossible really, and I am some psychotic fool for telling them there is a switch. I say I saw the switch even through the darkness the light shone down and showed me the switch. There are even some who believe there is a switch, but are afraid of what they will see if they turn on the switch. You see that one who knows the switch can not switch it on. There job is only to teach and show the people and build their faith in the spirit. It is the one led by the spirit in complete faith that can turn on the switch. Maybe there are several rooms with many people in each room with one “prophet or Prophetess” tied to a chair across the room in darkness. The sphere of influence one might call the people of the room. These people are clamoring in the darkness looking for purpose, hope, reason or even prosperity. The closer they get to the one tied in the chair it seems their hopes and purposes fade and they begin to walk a walk unknown to them. This brings about fear and or fight or flight response. The one in the chair even though filled with power of an age old understanding is like a caged lion, hungry and alone. A spectacle to all those around them. Those around them lack understanding of this unique creature and tend to run away. How is the lion to communicate with the people . The people have more power than the caged lion. Yet they cower in fear and do not heed the message of the lion. First, the light needs to be turned on, the light of understanding, then the caged lion needs nourishment, and then the lion needs to be freed. The lion will not prey on the people, for the lion loves the people. The lion will feed on the word. The lion will drink the river of the spirit and rise up on the wings of Heaven. Faith is the answer. With faith the light will be turned on. With faith the lion will be fed, with faith the lion will be brought to drink. With faith the lion will be heard and understood. With faith the lion will lead the people to a new age. With faith the lion will lead the people in battle down the corridor to an unknown realm. This realm is known in the depths of the spirits of all the people. They know it but will not embrace it. When will faith rise and all the lions be brought to freedom as well as the people. When will the people leave the dark room down the unknown corridor to life. The reality is, that each person in the room needs to make the decision to turn on the light before all can enter into the corridor, before the lion can be freed or even fed. I see a room with many light switches. One for each member. Without all the lights switched on there is a break in the circuit. All must be switched on for the power to be directed and the light to be useful within that room. Once the light is turned on, all will see and know. Then they can be united in Christ and travel the corridor. Then the Lion or the prophet can operate within their calling and bring their batallion to the front lines of the war. Victory is inevitable, truth will prevail and the chains of bondage will be destroyed for all eternity. Praise be to the King of Kings, the Lion of Judah the victorious One. We stand united in awe of the slain lamb, the judge of mankind and the Lover of men. We are trifle and yet our Father in Heaven sees us clothed in light. We are dripping with sublime blood. We are Saved and set free!!! My cry is to those who have not yet turned on their switch. Time is running out, how many battalions are hindered because mankind will not step out into faith and believe!
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